Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 863 As long as the Dao is locked away, it means the Dao will never end.
"Get the hell out of here."

He Songling showed no courtesy to Zhang Sanfeng. He had already criticized this mysterious, ancient educational method back in the Republican era, seventy or eighty years ago.

Without the ability to quantify and without guidance for learning, it's difficult to guarantee a minimum standard. As a result, although some classic texts have been left behind, it's hard for people to stand on the shoulders of giants and continue to explore upwards. At best, one can only stand on the knees of giants, and even that is a privilege reserved for the geniuses of prestigious families.

It would be quite an achievement for an ordinary person to be able to begin their spiritual practice while standing on the toes of a giant.

And then there's this group of immortals who, for the sake of some divine secrets, hide or lock away the path ahead, creating riddles and making the whole world guess the riddles.

They unleashed one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills, and look how scared and eager these people are! Even the Quanxing sect has never been so invincible.

If one method doesn't work, there's always another way to move forward. Just like now, no one would consider deep cultivation of the mystical side as the main mode of development. All civilized nations on Earth are researching science.

This is the reason.

Even gods can't withstand missiles, and even gods can't escape the solar system, but science can.

While immortals represent the pinnacle of the mystical realm, human natural science is still in its infancy, with no end in sight.

If you've reached the end of a problem and it's no longer working, then switch to another one. That's the way to solve problems. Instead of locking everyone in a dead end, which means there's no end in sight, it's the same as having no end at all.

If you starve to death rather than eat the last bit of food, it's as if you always have food reserves and never need to cultivate new fields or plant new crops.

Isn’t this nonsense?
"It's like burying your head in the sand, deceiving yourself, and utter nonsense."

The communication between immortals goes far beyond verbal dialogue. They can convey their thoughts to each other in the blink of an eye, which is why He Songling was able to communicate without barriers with someone who spoke ancient Chinese from the Yuan Dynasty.

"People like you dare to talk about 'sincerity'? Let me tell you this: if my master were still alive, I would drag him here and laugh him to death. My master spent his whole life emphasizing 'sincerity'—being sincere to others and to oneself—that's the way to immortality. But in the end, all the real immortals are just burying their heads in the sand, hahaha!"

He Songling wasn't exaggerating. If Lao Zuo were truly alive and able to participate in his conversation with Zhang Sanfeng, He Songling was confident that he could shatter his Dao heart more thoroughly than things like "triple breaking," "reversed life and impeded," or "false mystery of the Three Ones."

These immortals are indeed sincere to others and to themselves, but ever since Zhang Daoling began bestowing the Heavenly Master's ordination upon the Heavenly Master, they have become insincere towards the "Dao." They fear that the "Dao" will come to an end, that the "Dao" will encounter problems, that it will face doubts, leading to the collapse of the "Dao" and the collapse of the mystical cultivation system.

Of course, people in ancient times had their own hardships and limitations. He Songling cannot use this to despise them or condemn them as sinners throughout history, but he also absolutely does not agree with them.

"I see..." Zhang Sanfeng nodded after briefly understanding the information He Songling had sent.

"The speed and height of development in later generations far exceeded our imagination back then. In this light, we were indeed too stingy back then. However, what you described was the way the Celestial Master's Mansion did. I, this old Daoist, did not impose such restrictions on martial arts practitioners. You cannot blame me."

"Never mind that, tell me the essence of this restriction, and I'll remove it for Song Mian first." "Then you can figure it out yourself." Zhang Sanfeng was known as the Sloppy Taoist. Back then, he was a man who didn't care about details or face. When he was being shameless, he was no less shameless than He Songling.

"When we set up this restriction, we never intended to open it. Do you really think we gods were 'dishonest'? Leaving ourselves a backdoor or something? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

"Alright, alright, you won't tell, huh? Come on, let's have a fight." He Songling flipped his hand, and a rocket launcher appeared in his hand—the kind equipped with a nuclear warhead.

"Holy crap!" Zhang Sanfeng was startled.

He was just an ordinary deity, no higher than Zhang Boduan or Lü Dongbin among those who became immortals. Compared to He Songling, who could "create the world," he was inferior. This is why He Songling was determined to "challenge beyond his level" in the Sky-Piercing Cave.

On the other hand, within this space of "Tao," Zhang Sanfeng left behind only a trace of himself engraved on "Tao," while He Songling entered directly in his true form, naturally creating a difference in strength. Even if the two were at the same level, Zhang Sanfeng would still be no match for He Songling.

Not to mention that He Songling, having experienced the modern world, possesses an imagination and methods far superior to those of an ancient figure like Zhang Sanfeng. If Zhang Sanfeng were to be resurrected in the real world, He Songling couldn't possibly bomb him with missiles, but within this Great Dao space, everything stems from the two's mastery of the "Dao."

As a deity capable of "creating the world," He Songling could easily conjure up ten thousand giant tsartans in a second, enough to leave Zhang Sanfeng's Taiyi True Meaning Great Dao space filled with giant mushrooms.

"Stop messing around, let's talk this out." Zhang Sanfeng has been dead for hundreds of years. He doesn't care if the traces of the Great Dao he left behind are annihilated again. The key is that this thing is the true meaning of Taiji that he left behind. If He Songling continues to do this, his inheritance will be gone.

Using humanitarian principles as a threat is extremely malicious.

"If you want to know something, I can tell you. But what I'm saying is true. When I set up this restriction, I never intended to let anyone break it for them." I can't control whether you can break the restriction or not, but whether you can do it without harming mortals is up to you.

“I also know about the rest, and even your Taiji Dao, I had some understanding of it when I met you in this space.”

He Songling boasted without reservation: "But you immortals need to show me the underlying logic of using your own methods to make locks."

"Fellow Daoist is indeed...exceptionally gifted." Zhang Sanfeng had never encountered someone like He Songling, who could understand another's Dao with just a glance. He wouldn't even dare to dream of such a thing. However, a new question arose: "What is underlying logic?"

“Well…” He Songling scratched his head, unsure how to explain it to this ancient bumpkin. Fortunately, they were both immortals, and this place was not reality. He Songling directly transmitted his thoughts to Zhang Sanfeng for a photo.

"I see, fellow Daoist wants this kind of thing." Zhang Sanfeng understood He Songling's idea. He wanted to see how his divine Daoist techniques were implanted into the inheritance of mortals and how they controlled mortals from breaking through, so that he could reverse the process.

"In that case, please take a look." Zhang Sanfeng flicked his robe, and a Tai Chi diagram spread out across the sky.

(End of this chapter)